DARLING ITS GETTING LATE, I CAN SEE THE STARS..
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Perhaps sometimes its better to forget and others its better to remember. But often I dream and often I think and often I dance. So my dear friend, run with me and fly with me and I'll believe in you more deeply than anyone ever could.  stranger/s in the woods


566 corsicans: (par Alexandria Rose)
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78 fredag: incolumis:(by Völva)
59 cannolis: St. Isaac’s Cathedral by CLARITY; on Flickr.
614 sunst0ne: (by chorickr)
1388 etincelant: NPZ210208008 (by steph)
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I dont know what I’m doing. I don’t know what were doing. I’m tired, so very tired. Its not fair, it can’t be not if things hurt so much. Maybe I asked for too much, maybe you took too much. Maybe I gave too much of my heart away, the same as always. I’m so very tired. I really really want to move away, and get out of here before It hurts too much.

774 hailed: (by toi ♥)
463 4doors: R1-04468-004A (by llindseyl)
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29 s-ilva: (by anabelnavarro)
102 archenland: (by Diana Collins)
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5999 ohhmyhermes: ..
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